Chapter 11: A Severed Hand Crawled In

If the main storyline of this game is about Feng Aotian Taliya gathering all kinds of beautiful girls on a magical journey filled with skinship and tofu-touching moments,

Then the side quests involve collecting holy relics that seal the corpses of demon lords in order to save the world—while she’s out collecting said girls.

The Angel’s Tear in Kane’s hand right now is one such holy relic, sealing the corpse of the Undying Demon Lord. 

It’s also a key item in the mid-game frontier storyline—the Plague Demon Village, Rohalin.

The heroine Feng Aotian Taliya had taken on the task of escorting the Angel’s Tear to the frontier on her elven master’s orders, not knowing it was actually part of a scheme by one of the Three Great Evil Sects—the Tower of Truth—to get their hands on the demon lord’s sealed corpse.

Everyone gets caught up in the battle over the Angel’s Tear, and the story unfolds from there.

Now that Taliya has not only appeared at the frontier but also brought this holy relic—the Angel’s Tear—that means the current plot has already reached the mid-game?

Did he time-travel again?

No way…

“The Angel’s Tear was entrusted to Taliya by her dead-fish-eyed elf master. That old elf hag is Taliya’s only nemesis—there’s no way she’d dare lose something so important.”

“This just looks like the Angel’s Tear. It can’t be the real thing.”

“Yeah, definitely not. Definitely not… There’s no way I messed up the timeline.”

“I couldn’t have gotten it wrong…”

Kane kept trying to convince himself.

Taliya might be a bit of a perv, but she’s still the heroine. 

Her master entrusted her with this thing—there’s no way she’d be bold enough to just give it away.

Unless she wanted to spend an entire day strung up on the rooftop by her elf master.

“Haha, look at me, scaring myself over nothing. Anyway, I’ve got all the tools I need to fight back now—it’s time to head back and properly discipline that little maid Enya for being so disrespectful to her master.”

Kane let out a hollow laugh, trying to cheer himself up as he stood, patted the dust off his body, and slapped his face a couple of times to hype himself up.

After all, a real battle still lay ahead.

Now was not the time to be worrying about vague, uncertain possibilities.

Better to focus on something more grounded—like figuring out how to take Enya down.

The drug Kane had gotten from the black market was supposedly strong enough to knock out even a sixth-tier warrior, someone on par with a saint-level powerhouse.

His goal was to get Enya to ingest it, buying himself enough time to escape.

But getting her to take it without realizing? Not gonna be easy.

Enya was extremely vigilant.

She was not just Kane’s personal maid—she was also a fifth-tier bodyguard placed by the family to watch over him.

Whether it was combat, medicine, or assassination techniques, she was top of the class.

Especially when it came to medicine. 

As far as Kane knew, her nose had been trained to detect even the faintest trace of poison in the air and trace it back to the source instantly.

Trying to knock her out using ordinary methods? Nearly impossible.

Unless…

“I just need to wait for her guard to drop.”

Even Enya would show weakness when she let her guard down.

But the problem was: could someone as perfect as her really ever drop her guard?

Kane pressed his thumb against his pounding temple.

Then suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

For a moment, his eyes lit up.

“No, there is a time when she’ll completely let her guard down!”

Just like how men enter a “sage” state after release, women had their own moment of deepest relaxation.

Which meant, if he wanted to poison her, this might be his only chance.

Kane gave a light pat to the already battle-ready General Guan Yu.

“Second Brother, whether we can cut down the enemy this time… it’s all up to you.”

If Enya were just a little over-possessive, Kane could still accept it. 

After all, it would mean she cared. Having a clingy girl around wasn’t the worst thing.

But getting locked up and turned into material for the Ten-Thousand Demon Banner?

That he definitely did not want.

With that thought in mind, Kane, now fully prepared, turned to head back…

“Ah! Hot! Hot! It’s burning!”

A sudden heat flared in his chest, making Kane cry out in pain.

Like a monkey whipped with a hot iron, he jumped and danced in place from the burning sensation.

Frantically rummaging through his clothes, he found the source of the heat.

“The Angel’s Tear (Fake)?”

Why the hell was this thing suddenly so hot?

Kane reached out in confusion and poked at it.

The moment his fingertip touched the Angel’s Tear, it suddenly burst into a blinding white light.

When the light faded and Kane looked again, his heart skipped a beat. 

Every hair on his body stood on end, goosebumps breaking out all over him.

In that instant, the Angel’s Tear was gone.

Floating silently in the air before him was a severed right hand, blood-red all over, with thick dark green veins bulging from its surface.

Fresh blood dripped from its cleanly severed end, vivid and horrifying.

Where had this hand come from?

The sight was so completely beyond reason that Kane’s adrenaline spiked as if he’d just finished watching The Ring at midnight—just looking at a TV after that would make him break out in hives.

Still, his sharp sixth sense kicked in and told his body to run.

But he had barely taken a step when he saw the hand’s index finger twitch slightly—then, before he could even react, the hand shot toward him and…

…pried his mouth open.

And just like that, it started forcing its way inside.

First the fingers, then the palm, and finally a short section of the forearm. 

Kane’s throat bulged and stretched as the hand kept sliding in, until it had disappeared entirely.

“Urgh… urgh… urghhh…!”

Kane dropped to his knees, eyes red and watery as he gagged and dry-heaved.

It was a sensation beyond words—physically and psychologically overwhelming.

He couldn’t make sense of it.

“Wh-What… what the hell was that…”

Drool mixed with blood from his torn mouth dripped onto the dry, yellowed earth.

Clutching his now oddly flat stomach, Kane muttered weakly in confusion.

He had just swallowed that bizarre thing whole. 

Was he about to die? Or worse, be parasitized by it and grow an eye and mouth on his right hand?

The more he thought about it, the more his scalp tingled.

He even began to seriously consider performing an emergency self-surgery to cut the thing out.

Then—

[Holy relic fusion complete.]

[Training Mode conditions met.]

[Training Mode activated.]

[Welcome to Training Mode.]

[Available Training: Cleaning Magic Lv1.]

“???”

Training Mode activated? Holy relic fusion complete? That means… the Angel’s Tear was real?!

Wait—was Taliya seriously bold enough to give that away?

While Kane was still reeling on multiple levels, the words [Training Mode] flickered in front of him—and in the next second, everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a pitch-black space.

In his ears, a voice announced the start of Training Mode.

As the sound faded, a light twisted and gathered ahead of him, slowly taking shape.

Finally, a dark silhouette appeared before his eyes.

And it was…

“Shit—you again?!”

Floating before him was none other than the severed female hand that had just crawled into his stomach.